“You really are a pervert, Bob.”
“You want to do it. Don’t you? It turns you on.”
“You’re sick. You need professional help,” Carol said unconvincingly.
“Or maybe you could give Freddie a blowjob, then come out of the storeroom, lean over the bar, and kiss me. He wouldn’t have to know that Alice knows that you’re giving me some of his cum.”
She went down and started sucking my cock. “Suck it, Babe. Suck my cock. Imagine you’re on your knees in the storeroom sucking Freddie’s cock, and I’m sitting at the bar with Alice, and we’re both waiting for you to come out and kiss me and give me some of Freddie’s fresh cum.”
She fingered herself to orgasm, while she sucked me to mine.
I slept for a couple of hours. I was exhausted after having worked the night tour on the rig before getting relieved, and riding the helicopter to Pelican Island, and riding my Honda scooter home.
—
Alice was watching TV, and Carol was cooking when I got up. I went into the kitchen, opened my robe, and hugged Carol from behind, pressing my erection against her chemise covered ass.
“You are a dirty old man,” she said. “Alice could come in here at any moment.”
My cock cock lurched violently between my spouse’s buttocks at the thought of a filial audience.
“You really are disgusting,” she giggled.
“Why is Daddy disgusting?”
“He can’t help it. I think he was born that way.”
I backed away, closing my robe. “Your prudish act isn’t going to work anymore,” I chuckled. “Our daughter knows her mother is a slut.”
“I am not a slut!”
“But I heard you tell Mrs. Harper that you’ve been a slut since you were 12 years old.”
“Get my dictionary, Carol,” I said. “Let’s look up the definition of slut.”
“Alright! I’m a dictionary definition slut. It sounds bad.”
“It doesn’t sound bad when Daddy says it. It sounds kind of sweet when he calls you a slut.”
“That’s because I love your mother being a slut. And she loves being a slut. You heard her on the phone. She loves having different men fuck her.”
“Bob!?!”
“Come on, Babe. Be honest. She knows all about us. Tell our daughter how much you love what we do. I want her to know. She knows how much I love it. You’ve told your friends and your lovers. Tell our daughter. Tell everybody.”
She moaned, then said, “I do, Alice. I dearly love your father eating me after I’ve been fucked. I love watching him watch me fuck. I love watching other men watching him watching them fuck me. I love hearing your father say, ‘Fuck her! Fuck my wife. Fuck her good.’ I love watching other men watch your Dad lap up their cum out of my just-fucked cunt. I love watching their faces when I tell your father to drink their cum out of my pussy. I love telling men what we do. After Ted fucked me last Saturday, I told him that my husband would love to watch him fuck me, and that my husband loves eating other men’s cum out of my cunt.”
“Wow!” Alice sighed. “That is so hot.”
Carol was getting into talking dirty to our daughter. “You told Ted on the phone that you hoped you could marry a man like your dad, who would let you fuck whoever and whenever you want. And Ted asked if you wanted to fuck a lot of men like I do. You said you didn’t know.”
“I do, Mom. I hope I can marry a man who’ll let me do everything Dad let’s you do.”
“Once you get started, Baby, there’s no turning back. The more cock you get, the more you want. And you acquire a kind of radar that let’s you spot men who want to fuck you. All men want to fuck. The radar zooms in on the ones who really know how, and eliminates the ones who are looking for love and commitment. It spots the fuckers, not the lovers.”
“I want Daddy to watch me fuck. I know he wants to watch. I could tell by the way he looked at me while I was telling him about Mr. Scott.”
I ejaculated!